All Chapters of Corrupted By The Lycan King: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

KieraOn it, I will call you in 20 minutes.. That was the last reply from SusanThe door to the spa clicked shut, and I immediately threw the deadbolt.I decided to leave the study incase Rafael tried to find me and take me back to the room to sleep under the fake pretense of being caring. At least here, they could say I was restingWhat they didn’t know is that I had created a make shift works space for myself hereI leaned my back against the heavy wood, letting out a long, shaky breath that I felt like I’d been holding since I first walked out of Rafael’s presence. The room was pitch-black, save for the soft, pale blue glow of my laptop sitting on the small wooden desk in the corner. I crossed the room with trembling legs and sank into the chair, my fingers hovering over the cold trackpad, waiting for Susan to send me the documents/Thankfully, I didn't have to wait long. Almost the exact second I opened my messaging app, my phone began to vibrate on the desk. It didn't just bu

Kiera"What about Alistair? What if the rumors are true? What if he really did kill those women?" She asked.But my breath hitched at that because I didn’t know what to say. And so I told her that."I don't know," I admitted honestly, staring at the screen. "But at least Alistair is offering me a weapon. Rafael is offering me a slow, humiliating death. If I have to choose between two monsters, I’m going to choose the one who gives me a chance to fight back."Susan sighed, a long, defeated sound. "I hate this. I hate everything about this. But... wait."I frowned, hearing the sudden, sharp shift in her tone. "What is it?""Kiera... look at the pictures again.""Which ones? The exes?""Yes. Open the gallery of his former lovers. Look at them. Really look at them."I clicked back to the folder, pulling up the grid of ten breathtakingly beautiful women. I studied them, scanning their faces, trying to find whatever it was Susan had noticed. They were from different packs, different kingdoms

Rafael’s pov“Give me tonight,” Kiera had said in her shaky pathetic voice. “I need time to think.”The moment those words left her mouth, I had to actively force my face to remain composed. I wanted to smirk. I wanted to laugh out loud at how incredibly easy this was. As the heavy mahogany door clicked shut behind her, I finally let the triumphant grin spread across my face. I leaned back in my executive leather chair, threading my fingers behind my head, and let out a long, satisfied breath. I had her!I already knew exactly what her answer would be tomorrow morning. Kiera had never refused me. Not once. Since the day I first started paying attention to her, the day I realized that the neglected, "cursed" daughter of the Alpha actually held the keys to the entire territory’s wealth, she had been putty in my hands.All I had to do was look at her with a bit of warmth, whisper a few sweet promises, and she would jump through whatever hoops I set up for her. If anything, the only

Rafael’s povAlice was still draped over my lap, her warm, slender arms wrapped around my neck, but I could barely feel her. Her soft whispers, the gentle trail of her fingers along my collarbone, the sweet, heavy scent of her vanilla perfume, usually, these were the things that seduced me, that made me feel like the undisputed king of my own domain. But tonight, it all felt like white noise. Static buzzing in the background of a much louder, much more disturbing frequency.My mind kept drifting. It was like a film reel stuck on a single loop, constantly playing back the image of Kiera standing in this very office only an hour ago. Something about her behavior today refused to leave me alone. It was like a splinter lodged deep under my fingernail, tiny, barely visible, but throbbing with a persistent, irritating ache every time I tried to grip onto my usual confidence. “Rafael... is there something going on between you and Alice?”Why had she asked that? And more importantly, why

Rafael’s pov“Rafael?”The soft, familiar voice cut through the tense silence like a breath of cool air. And I froze as the rage in my veins instantly turned to ice. I spun around. Standing a short distance down the hallway, near the entrance to the kitchen stairs, was Kiera. She was wearing a simple, soft gray cardigan over her nightgown, her long, dark hair falling gracefully over her shoulders. In her hands, she was holding a steaming ceramic mug, the faint scent of chamomile drifting through the cool air of the corridor. She looked completely small, fragile, and utterly confused as she stared at me. “What are you doing?” she asked softly, her brow furrowing as she looked at my wild expression, and then down at my bleeding hand. I stared at her in absolute disbelief. She wasn't inside. She wasn't coming from the King's chambers. She was walking from the direction of the kitchens. A wave of relief so massive, so sudden, crashed into me that I actually felt dizzy. My shoulder